If Abbot Kongkong were here and heard this, he would probably jump into the well, fish out her body and break it into thousands of pieces, leaving her soul shattered. He didn't have the ability or courage for the time being, so he could only consider other methods.

"Get ready, she will definitely come out tonight."

"Okay, okay, what do you want to prepare?" the old man said.

Wu Sheng explained something, and then several people started to act separately.

Night came quickly, and the village was quiet. There was no pedestrian on the road, and there were not many households in the village with lamps. However, there were almost all the men huddled in their houses, with their ears open, listening to what was going on outside.

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In the ancient house, all the weeds were pulled out, and four torches were burning with flames, illuminating a monk who stood there, quietly looking at the ancient well, and silently reciting Buddhist scriptures.

In the sky, there is a waning moon, quiet and cold, the moonlight is like water.

Without any warning, a strange wind blew and the torch swayed.

A burst of black energy surged out from the mouth of the ancient well, and a woman in white floated out of the black energy standing from the mouth of the well.

"Hello, donor, we meet again." Wu Sheng said with his palms clasped together.

At this time, his mind was calm and he had no fear or worries. Before the female ghost came out, he had silently recited the Prajna Heart Sutra ninety-nine and eighty-one times.

"die!"

With a scream, the female ghost came wrapped in black mist.

Wu Sheng stretched out his hand and threw the torch out, and when it fell to the ground, there was a bang, and the flames immediately burst into flames, turning into raging flames in an instant.

This is the firewood he asked the villagers to prepare, with some added in it and some dust mixed in, so it can explode.

Wu Sheng stared at the flames quietly. A lot of the black mist was burned away by the flames, but the female ghost still broke through the blazing flames and came to him.

Flame can restrain these things, but it has limitations. In a moment, Wu Sheng came to the conclusion. He didn't know what characteristics these ghosts were, what they were afraid of, and what they liked. He could only verify them through experiments.

"I want your heart!" The female ghost disheveled her hair and bared her teeth.

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to grab Wu Sheng's heart, but the black arm stopped a foot in front of him.

got caught,

Wu Sheng's hand grabbed her arm, like grabbing a popsicle, the coldness was biting.

The female ghost looked at him in surprise,

Wu Sheng stared at her, with a big sun and a Buddha in his mind.

The waning moon in the sky seemed to have moved at that moment, from the horizon to the back of his pillow, and the missing parts were completed. The moonlight was mighty, shining on his body with indescribable spirituality.

The moon illuminates the night, the sun illuminates the day, and yin and yang distinguish each other.

There was a stream of heat flowing continuously in his body, reaching his palm holding the female ghost's arm. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not retreat even an inch.

The female ghost screamed, and the black mist rushed toward Wu Sheng, but for some reason it was blocked by the cold moonlight outside him, and he couldn't make any progress for a while.

Holding the female ghost's arm with one hand, he raised the other hand and stretched out his index finger. It seemed slow, but in fact it was very fast. There was light flowing on the fingertips, breaking through the churning black mist, and landed on the female ghost's arm.

Above the forehead.

Ah, a scream.

The black mist exploded suddenly, and this finger was like a spark falling into the gunpowder.

The female ghost screamed wildly, and the black mist outside her body continued to billow. The inanimate body's glowing light could not be completely blocked, and part of it broke through the brilliance and penetrated into his body. For an instant, it was like the twelfth lunar month in the middle of winter, naked and standing in the cold.

In the wind, it was biting cold, and the remaining hand suddenly grabbed Wu Sheng's heart.

However, the brilliance on Wu Sheng's fingertips became more and more powerful, as if there was a crescent moon on his fingertips. The fingertips sank into the center of her eyebrows, and the brilliance came out from inside, like sunlight piercing the morning mist.

Ah, the female ghost screamed like a needle piercing the ear.

In the small village, some sleepless people heard the whistle and hid in a corner, shivering.

After a while, all the black energy around the female ghost dissipated. There was still anger and unwillingness in her eyes, but her figure became lighter and lighter.

"I can not be reconciled."

"Feel sorry."

Wu Sheng pushed out with a palm, and her body collapsed. A gust of wind and flames rolled in, and she disappeared in the raging flames.

Decades of grievances, full of resentment and unwillingness, in the end, still have not been resolved, and only ended up in a state of despair.

Wu Sheng stared at the burning flames and sighed.

At this time, his entire body felt cold, as if frozen.

In the sky, the waning moon is cold and cold.

He stood there, pointing to the sky and the earth, and the moonlight shone on him, emitting this faint brilliance.

The fight just now seemed relaxed and leisurely, but in fact it was extremely dangerous.

In the afternoon, he began to make preparations, providing a large amount of firewood, flour to support combustion, silently reciting scriptures, and stabilizing his mood. Of course, the most fundamental source of confidence was the Mahavairocana Sutra, which he had practiced for a short period of time. His practice in these days

, he felt the heat in his body, and tried to consciously control it. With a little knowledge, he put it on the shelves tonight.

That seemingly light finger almost emptied out the heat flow in the body, or what is called Buddhist magic power.

There were no near misses tonight, and the harvest was huge.

It made him realize the great power of his own practice in restraining these ghosts. The ghosts that had been holding grudges for thirty years were successfully liberated by him, a monk who had only recited sutras for a few days.

There was also the moonlight, which blocked most of the bone-chilling black air.

A thin line between life and death, probably like that.

In the abandoned yard, the fire was still burning, driving away the coldness of the night.

Wu Sheng stayed in the small courtyard all night. The next morning, the sun rose from the sky. The morning sunshine was warm and full of hope.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the great sun was getting brighter and brighter, and the Dharma body of the Great Sun Tathagata shone brightly all over. His body was also covered with a layer of brilliance. Although the monk's clothes were shabby, he still had an otherworldly feel.

During this midnight practice, all the chill in my body was dispelled, and most of the consumed mana was recovered.

People in the village, who knew about this, went out boldly and looked towards the yard from a distance, but they did not dare to get close.

The first person to come over was the old man who told Wu Sheng the story of this ancient house. He came outside the yard and looked in. What he saw was a patch of ruins. The walls of the yard and the house were burned black, and the roof was completely burned.

It collapsed. A monk stood in the courtyard, and the sunlight shone on his body, as if it was coated with a layer of golden light. He was stunned for an instant.

"Buddha, Buddha..."

He waited outside the hospital for a while before tentatively calling out.

"Grandmaster."

Wu Sheng slowly opened his eyes and saw the sun rising in the sky. He turned his head and saw the old man.
Chapter completed!